Yuan's ability was already expected by him, and there was nothing surprising about it, but in this way, Huanying, who was in battle, was likely to be defeated.

Judging from the strength of the electric attack released by Yuan just now, I am afraid that in the dark, Yuan failed to take advantage, so he had to use a killer move.

As the saying goes, fire and water are ruthless, but this electricity is even more ruthless and violent than this fire and water.

If Huanying was hit by Yuan's series of powerful attacks just now, the result would be self-evident.

In the main stand, Shadow squeezed the armrest of the seat fiercely, and a crisp sound sounded, and the sturdy rosewood seat cracked a gap that was not obvious, but his face was still silent.

Ei's brief distraction didn't escape anyone's eyes, and he smiled slightly, knowing that this battle was already in his hands.

He is the boss behind the circle, and he is also his master.

Tong even began to think about what to do with the copyright of the host after getting it, he didn't want to see anything related to the host party, but if he completely demolished and rebuilt, it would inevitably cost a lot of money, but this money was still worth it in his eyes.

Even the cunning and mysterious figure couldn't help but lose his mind, and his mouth was so big that he almost screamed loudly.

The darkness became silent, and the whole hall became silent, and the sound of embroidery needles falling to the ground could be heard quietly, and even the wheezing sound was deliberately suppressed.

A few seconds later, the darkness in the ring suddenly dissipated, revealing two figures.

Yuan stood in the ring, his hands were wrapped in his arms, he couldn't see any traces of the fight on his face, his face was not red, and his breathing was very even, but there were some more black patterns on his neck, as if they were spots on the python's body.

Fan Chen knew that these black spots were left behind by Huanying's attempt to forcibly submerge Yuan with the method of devouring darkness, and now that Huanying's technique had been collected, the black spots on Yuan's body were slowly recovering.

On the other side, the little girl Huanying was lying on the ground, covering her mouth with one hand, spitting blood.

She was originally wearing a handsome cyan spiritual power battle suit, but now she was shattered by the fierce lightning attack, and some hidden parts of her body loomed, revealing a slightly black skin, which was caused by the burning of electricity.

His head was messy like a chicken coop, and his face was haggard, as if he had just escaped from a fire, and he no longer had the cute and weak appearance he had just looked.

There was a sigh in the stands, but more anger and scolding.

Several disciples of the host party quickly picked up the seriously injured Huan Ge and went to receive treatment, and the entire underground martial arts arena was covered with black clouds, full of hatred and sorrow.

Two battles and two defeats, one dead and one wounded, if the next game is still unable to win, then the host is afraid that the face will be thrown to the river to wash it.

In fact, what the hell Fan Chen is very puzzled about is, why the hell don't other people in the ring fight, why are you looking at this one ring?

Looking at the girl's languishing appearance, Fan Chen was still a little angry.

Now your odds have reached 1:5000, that is to say, if you press 1 top-grade spirit stone, you only need to lose 1 top-grade spirit stone if you lose, and if you win, you will get 5,000 top-grade spirit stones.

That's a terrible odds!

What is surprising is that this is not the odds specified by the host, but the side of the circle, it seems that this circle is accurate to calculate the strength of the host's side.

As long as you lose, then even if the odds are as low as 1:5000, it is a huge profit for the round, after all, there are too many people who win the round.

And Fan Chen secretly smiled, and exchanged some of his treasures for some top-grade spirit stones, almost 10,000.

Nima, in this way, his best spirit stone will break 100 million!

Just as Fan Chen was laughing, the corner of his eyes looked at the place where Fan Chen was just now, perhaps because of the hideous big knife, Yuan has always been very concerned about Fan Chen, and his eyes often look there unconsciously, as if there is a faint feeling that this unattractive young man will be a threat to himself.

He shook his fat head, and a smile curled up at the corner of his round mouth.

No one in the world is worthy of being called his enemy.

It's so conceited, and Fan Chen didn't say anything.

At this time, Fan Chen happened to come in from outside, and with sharp eyes, he inadvertently noticed the fierceness of Yuan.

Smiling slightly, Fan Chen nodded towards the circle, looking very calm.

In the third game, it was time for him to play.

Fan Chen walked up the stairs with unhurried steps, his eyes looking directly at Yuan, and his eyes seemed to contain some kind of information that made Yuan very uneasy.

As we all know, one person's anger can make the other person feel coerced, but why does the ordinary also bring pressure to oneself?

Fan Chen smiled slightly, didn't say anything, took the big knife from the hand of the spiritual cultivator next to him, and then carried it on his shoulder.

The length of the big knife is more than two meters, the blade is sharp and hideous, the originally inconspicuous mortal dust, in the moment when the knife is carried on the shoulder, the momentum suddenly changes, like an ancient god of war, looking around from a high platform in the distance, the momentum is unmatched.

And the name of Fan Chen is also distinctive, killing pigs and knives.

As soon as he said his name, Ye Zi covered his mouth and laughed half to death in the ring space.

It's a name.

After all, the ring is much shorter, so Yuan has to look up to the existence of Fan Chen, and the momentum accumulated by Fang Cai's victory in the two battles was instantly dispersed by Fan Chen's condescending coercion, and even Yuan's self-confidence was shaken a little.

The big knife was already extremely violent, and coupled with the strange shape of the round knife on the arm, Fan Chen was really armed to the teeth.

This is the weapon that is cut off from the broadsword, and it is also the unique thing about this broadsword.

Yuan has been quietly watching the whole process of Fan Chen's dressing, it is said that the preparation should have been completed in the preparation room, but Fan Chen did the opposite, exposing himself to Yuan's gaze.

Unconsciously, Fan Chen has used the analytical methods of his previous life to demote himself to a person of the same level as the circle, so as to stimulate his analytical ability.

Since ancient times, soldiers have never tired of cheating, and although Fan Chen has not yet discovered a way to defeat him, he has been keenly aware of one of Yuan's weaknesses, that is, he lacks the tempering of the edge of life and death.

No matter how strong a spiritual practitioner is, if he has not experienced those dark battles, he can never be called a true strongman, and what really strong person has not crawled out of the pile of dead?

The smoke shadow and Huanying who played just now are also the same as Yuan, and they have not experienced a bloody baptism, so of course they can't be compared with Fanchen in terms of temperament, and Yuan's force is already stronger than them, so from the moment they appear, Yuan has the upper hand.

Today's opponent has been replaced by the experienced Fan Chen, of course he has to use his strengths to attack the opponent's shortcomings, after two battles and two wins, Yuan has accumulated enough self-confidence, and Fan Chen is telling him with his actual actions.

"Open your eyes and see, you are far from a real warrior"